# Chapter 1812: Array Saint Master Zhu Xia
The Blood Sacrifice Saint Furnace was as massive as a palace, its surface covered with layers of blood light as it erupted with Seven Radiance Perfect Power.
The power fluctuation was even stronger than the golden hairpin. Before it even descended, it shook the ground outside Wanwu Mountain, causing large cracks to spread across the earth. Flowers, grass, and trees instantly turned to ash.
Only because Wanwu Mountain was protected by array inscriptions did it not collapse under the pressure of the Blood Sacrifice Saint Furnace.
Zhang Ruochen's bones creaked and groaned. His feet uncontrollably sank into the ground, and his physical body felt as if it would be shattered by the terrifying force.
"Seven Radiance Perfect Power is this powerful? It can already suppress and kill a Nine-Step Saint King."
Zhang Ruochen quickly mobilized his spiritual power and injected it into the Yihuang Bone Staff.
The bone staff emitted surging evil qi, transforming into a black skeleton that raised its head and let out a long howl toward the sky.
Ji Fanxin acted first, her red lips softly murmuring: "Water Moon Heavenly Light Mirror."
Her snow-white jade-like finger pointed upward.
A large number of sacred dao rules interwove together, merging with sacred qi to form a white sacred mirror, resembling a full moon dozens of feet in diameter, clashing with the Blood Sacrifice Saint Furnace.
The mirror's light screen was only a thin layer, and Zhang Ruochen worried it might shatter instantly.
Unexpectedly, the Blood Sacrifice Saint Furnace, erupting with Seven Radiance Perfect Power, could not break through it.
The book *Heavenly Light Art Method* held a status in Thousand Stamen Realm equivalent to the six great strange books of Kunlun Realm.
The Water Moon Heavenly Light Mirror was the strongest defensive mid-rank sacred art from *Heavenly Light Art Method*. The more sacred dao rules integrated into it, the stronger its defensive power.
Beyond that, Ji Fanxin also mobilized truth rules to empower the Water Moon Heavenly Light Mirror, increasing its defensive power several times over.
"How is this possible?" Qi Xiaotian was stunned.
In Qi Xiaotian's view, that woman seemed to block the Blood Sacrifice Saint Furnace effortlessly. Ji Fanxin's move put considerable psychological pressure on him.
"Shua."
The golden hairpin flew back and attacked Qi Xiaotian again.
Qi Xiaotian had no choice but to recall the Blood Sacrifice Saint Furnace, holding it in front of him to clash with the golden hairpin.
After dozens of collisions, Wanwu Mountain was heavily damaged, with many sections collapsing. Even with the protection of an eighth-rank defensive array, it could not continuously withstand the impact of Seven Radiance Perfect Power.
Qi Xiaotian began to consider retreat, feeling that he was likely no match for that woman. Continuing to fight would certainly result in heavy losses.
So, Qi Xiaotian ordered Qi Zeng to lead the Undying Blood Clan cultivators in a retreat.
"Still thinking of leaving?"
Zhang Ruochen used Space Teleportation, crossing the void to appear among the Undying Blood Clan cultivators. He then mobilized Purifying Divine Flame, letting it surge from his body.
"It's Purifying Divine Flame... run..."
"Minister-level Purifying Divine Flame... my Blood Calamity Saint Body... no... no... this saint doesn't want to die..."
The Undying Blood Clan cultivators turned into fireballs, falling from the sky.
Undying Blood Clan members below the Saint King realm, upon contact with minister-level Purifying Divine Flame, were doomed to die, instantly turning to ash. Before long, countless Undying Blood Clan members were dead, leaving only twelve Undying Blood Clan Saint Kings still fleeing for their lives.
"Die!"
Qi Zeng was filled with overwhelming hatred, his eyes blood-red.
From his blood pupils shot two sharp beams of light, flying like arrows straight at Zhang Ruochen.
This was a mid-rank sacred art, "Crimson Chain Demon Pupil," with infinite power capable of breaking mountains and severing rivers, able to kill enemies even from a hundred miles away.
Zhang Ruochen fully activated the sacred qi in his body. The Abyssal Ancient Sword in his hand traced a circle, forming a sword screen that blocked the two blood-colored eye beams.
Then, Zhang Ruochen formed a sword seal with his fingers and pointed at the sky.
A powerful sword intent radiated out, causing the heavenly and earthly rules to change to some extent.
Above Qi Zeng's head, a large amount of lightning suddenly appeared.
"Crackle."
The lightning twisted together, forming a giant lightning sword that plunged straight down, striking Qi Zeng's head. The lightning spread like a spider web, enveloping his body.
The residual lightning waves surged across the ground like purple water, spreading in all directions.
Wherever it passed, the ground turned black and charred.
This move Zhang Ruochen used was the True One Thunder Fire Sword Technique, one of the top sword techniques in Kunlun Realm.
Even though Qi Zeng was protected by the Hundred Saint Blood Armor, taking this sword strike left him severely injured, kneeling on one knee. Inside the blood armor, his body was already a bloody mess.
"Boom."
Zhang Ruochen formed a large hand seal and struck down, crushing Qi Zeng into bloody mud.
Even the Hundred Saint Blood Armor shattered into metal fragments.
However, the time Qi Zeng bought allowed the other Undying Blood Clan Saint Kings to escape far away, some even reaching five hundred miles out.
"Once an Undying Blood Clan Saint King launches revenge, the destructive power cannot be underestimated. I absolutely cannot let them escape. They all must stay."
Zhang Ruochen took out the Azure Sky Bow and the Daylight Arrow, continuously drawing the bowstring like a peerless arrow god, killing the fleeing Undying Blood Clan members one by one, turning them into clouds of blood mist.
Seeing this, Qi Xiaotian roared in fury, as if he wanted to devour someone, shouting: "You cripple, I'll kill you!"
"With you? You want to kill me?"
Zhang Ruochen drew the Azure Sky Bow again, aiming the Daylight Arrow at Qi Xiaotian.
"Twang."
Zhang Ruochen released the bowstring, and a powerful shockwave spread outward, sending sand and stones flying for hundreds of feet.
The Daylight Arrow turned into a streak of light, dragging a long tail as it shot toward Qi Xiaotian's brow.
Qi Xiaotian punched out, colliding with the Daylight Arrow and sending it flying.
Qi Xiaotian sneered: "In this prince's eyes, the arrows you shoot are as laughable as a child's wooden arrows."
Zhang Ruochen retrieved the Daylight Arrow and shrugged with a smile: "For an arrogant and careless fellow like you to have survived this long is truly a miracle."
With Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation, the power he could unleash was limited. It was normal that he couldn't kill a strong one like Qi Xiaotian.
However, the Daylight Arrow was inscribed with a Time Imprint.
The arrow might not be able to kill the enemy, but as long as the Time Imprint landed on the enemy, it could cut away a large amount of their lifespan, putting them in a weakened state.
Zhang Ruochen clearly saw a Time Imprint land on Qi Xiaotian.
Qi Xiaotian had been mocking Zhang Ruochen for overestimating himself, but the next moment, a wave of weakness spread through his body. His legs trembled, cold sweat broke out, and he could barely control the Blood Sacrifice Saint Furnace.
"How can this be? Am I poisoned? No, this is..."
"Puchi."
The golden hairpin Ji Fanxin sent pierced through Qi Xiaotian's abdomen, leaving a bloody hole straight through.
Qi Xiaotian's aura weakened like a deflating balloon, and he felt a sense of powerlessness. Earlier, he had only thought that today was unlucky, encountering such formidable enemies as the cripple and that mysterious woman.
But now, he already felt the threat of death.
Flee.
Flee immediately.
Qi Xiaotian swallowed a mouthful of Great Saint sacred blood, recovering some strength. He quickly put away the Blood Sacrifice Saint Furnace, flapped the blood wings on his back, and turned into a blood light, rushing into the clouds to escape.
At the same time, the Array Saint Master Zhu Xia activated all the arrays in Wanwu Mountain.
He wanted to use the arrays to trap Ji Fanxin, buying time to escape.
Ji Fanxin turned her head and glanced at Zhang Ruochen, saying: "Leave that Array Saint Master to you. I'll go take Qi Xiaotian's life."
"No problem." Zhang Ruochen smiled.
Zhu Xia sat on a golden three-headed bat, flying rapidly into the distance. Hearing the exchange between Zhang Ruochen and Ji Fanxin, he secretly laughed to himself.
"That cripple is too self-righteous. This old man is not Qi Zeng. If you really chase after me, I'll capture you and refine you into a blood slave."
Zhu Xia was not afraid of Zhang Ruochen at all; his fear was of Ji Fanxin.
But Ji Fanxin was already trapped by the arrays of Wanwu Mountain. Without one or two hours, she couldn't possibly get out.
"Boom."
A loud noise came from the direction of Wanwu Mountain.
Zhu Xia's expression changed, and he quickly turned to look. He saw that mysterious woman breaking through layer after layer of arrays, like a flying celestial maiden, charging into the clouds to pursue Qi Xiaotian.
"This... how is this possible? The Primordial Light Golden Turtle Array and the Three Talents Xuanhuang Array are both eighth-rank arrays, plus several seventh-rank arrays, yet none could trap her. Who exactly is she?"
Zhu Xia quickly ordered the three-headed bat to change direction and flee.
Once that mysterious woman killed Qi Xiaotian, she would certainly come after him.
Before that, he had to escape as far as possible.
In truth, earlier, Ji Fanxin had only used sacred dao power to fight Qi Xiaotian, which made Zhu Xia think their strength was evenly matched.
In reality, Ji Fanxin's spiritual power attainment was even greater.
Just now, Ji Fanxin had used her spiritual power to break through those arrays.
"Where do you think you're going?"
A voice sounded above Zhu Xia's head.
Zhang Ruochen stepped out of the void, dragging a sword waterfall dozens of feet long as he slashed downward. Instantly, thousands upon thousands of sword qi condensed, shuttling through the sky.
Zhu Xia quickly raised the saint staff in his hand and pointed upward.
"Hua."
A circular array disk appeared, slowly rotating as it clashed with the waterfall-like sword qi, blocking Zhang Ruochen's attack.
"Cripple, chasing after me is seeking death."
Zhu Xia's withered old face revealed a ferocious grin as he softly murmured: "Myriad Direction Ghost Chains."
From the array disk came a clattering sound. Dozens of chains as thick as water buckets shot up into the sky, like steel dragons, winding toward Zhang Ruochen.
"They say Array Saint Masters have many tricks and are hard to deal with. This is indeed troublesome."
Zhang Ruochen used Space Teleportation again, appearing behind Zhu Xia, thrusting his sword like a black streak of light.
Zhu Xia glanced from the corner of his eye, then spread his arms. The Eight Trigrams Array Robe on his body lit up with dense inscriptions, forming a golden array.
The Abyssal Ancient Sword struck the array patterns, as if piercing into a vortex, pulling both the sword and Zhang Ruochen inward.
"Hua."
Zhu Xia quickly took off the Eight Trigrams Array Robe, chanting the word "collect" as he trapped Zhang Ruochen inside the robe.
"Haha, a cripple like you thinks you can contend with an Array Saint Master? Overestimating yourself."
The Eight Trigrams Array Robe in Zhu Xia's hand was refined from the skin of a Green Beast King. Even a ten-thousand-pattern sacred artifact could not tear it. Spread out, it was a robe; folded up, it was a bag, with countless inscriptions interwoven on it, capable of imprisoning a Nine-Step Saint King-level strong one.
Zhu Xia landed on the three-headed bat's back and continued flying toward the horizon.
But the cloth bag in his hand kept shaking, sometimes expanding, sometimes shrinking, stretching into strange shapes, as if it might burst.